Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Rumble..."

Early in the morning, there was the sound of cart wheels in the food shopping street called Liujiaxiang.

Xia Yu dressed up as a passerby, wearing a hat and a mask, and pushing the car, while his registered disciple Liu Ying, who was still with a double ponytail, Liu mother deliberately woke up early and dressed her daughter clean and beautiful.Liu Ying stepped in to help Xia Yu cart.

The car is the usual mobile food stall.

Of course, thanks to Zhu Qing's sake, a fixed booth is available, so you don't have to be frightened and afraid that the urban management brigade, which claims to have the strongest combat power on the surface, will come over to drive people and seize the car.

The stall is on this street, but on the street, close to a university town.

At about 7 or 8 in the morning, the food stall was set up in a fixed position, and Liu Ying could only watch Xia Yu constantly fetching kitchenware and food materials and organizing the stall.It's obviously a small car, but there are a lot of things hidden inside.

There are two stoves that can be fired normally, and they use special fuels. They are professional hot stoves. The fried potato shreds can be put on the plate in about six or seven seconds.

The ingredients are mainly flour, pay attention to the sign of the food stall——

Liu's fried noodles!

Why is it that the focus is on fried noodles?

Last night, Xia Yu thought about it. He set up a food stall to give special training to the named disciple in terms of psychological quality, so that she could see more people and get rid of this problem.

At the same time, he also has a recipe for fried noodles with the devil's special training on Liu Ying's cooking skills-"Unification of the Seven Kingdoms"!

No need to doubt.

The purpose of learning this recipe is to strengthen Liu Ying's sensitivity to "heat" and to lay a solid foundation for learning explosive cooking skills.

Xia Yu pondered that the cooking skills he has learned to perfection and stamped his own genre are nothing more than explosions and spice inequalities.

The inequality of spices is actually the empirical study of spices. It relies on accumulation over time and is not a rapid development. Without the "smell of God" qualifications like Ye Shanliang, he may not have any significant results if he immerses himself in studying for several years.

But the explosions are different and easy to learn. Xia Yu's first-hand cooking skills are also it. A master leads them in, so don't learn the green and blue explosions too easily.

"All right!"

Putting a bag of flour next to the cart, Xia Yu turned to unfold a wooden recliner, threw the pillow on it, and lay down on the chair, looking very comfortable and comfortable.

"Just follow the recipe. Today's minimum goal is to sell 20 portions of fried noodles. When will we sell this amount? When will we close the stall."

Liu Ying's face wrinkled tightly.

"20 copies..."

She looked at Xia Yu, who was closing her eyes on the recliner after speaking, her eyes flashed, and she was obviously shy.

This street is already lively, and the location is close to the university town, and the street is already full of passers-by around eight o'clock in the morning.

I stood blankly for at least five or six minutes. A passerby walked past the fried noodle stall and saw a little girl dressed up as a small girl, standing silently and silently. Then, behind the stall, the guy who seemed to be the owner of the stall, Lazy in the recliner.

"very strange--"

A couple of college students, male and female, are coming out of the off-campus apartment, ready to go to the campus for class and have breakfast on the way.

The two locked onto the sign of the fried noodle stall and looked for it.

The female student shouted to the recliner, "Is there any business? We want to order two fried noodles."

Xia Yu, who had been "sleeping", didn't say a word.

"Excuse me..."

The male student talked about his girlfriend who wanted to ask again, and said disgustedly, "Let's go, come out to set up a business and sleep late, the cooking must be unreliable! Let's go to the place where we usually eat!"

The two quickly moved to the battlefield, which was another food stall on the same street.

This is the only guest who came to the booth to ask questions within ten minutes.

For a long time, the booth was filled with an atmosphere called embarrassment.

"No, it can't be like this anymore!"

Liu Ying silently cheered herself up, "Isn't it just selling food and entertaining guests? This is the only way for every successful chef. You must do it, Liu Ying, come on!"

She secretly glanced back at the quiet boy on the couch, with a relieved expression on her face.

"Can't let Mr. Xia down..."

In his head, the scene of Xia Yu's appointment with her this morning could not help.

"Sakura, this special training will take at least a week. Of course, if you don’t want to, I won’t force it. It’s all up to your personal wishes. And if you can achieve my daily business goals, I will Give you corresponding rewards..." The young man patted the girl's head.

reward!

Reward for cooking!

Even a few spoken words are precious to Liu Ying, who longs for a higher and farther view.

She is young, but she also has little wisdom, knowing that it is difficult to lead the way.Girls at this age are often much more mature than boys and think more, otherwise, how could Liu Ying go downstairs with her heart to take back the place her father had guarded during his lifetime.

"20 fried noodles!"

Once again talking about today's business goals, the shyness and dodge in Liu Ying's eyes were replaced by stubbornness.

I can!

There is no ready-made noodles at the fried noodle stalls, and handmade noodles need to be homemade.

She picked up the recipe note on the kitchen counter of the stall and glanced at it briefly, her face wrinkled again.

"Seven-nation unified fried noodles? How do you do this?"

Liu Ying had a feeling of turning around, her face pale.

She couldn't understand this recipe at all, it was so profound.

Just as the fighting spirit that was finally raised was about to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, Liu Ying caught a glimpse of the bottom sentence of the recipe note, which was obviously Xia Yu's special note:

I forgot all the above, you just have to remember this sentence-

Roll the pee cow pellets into strips.

"Ah -" couldn't help covering his mouth, stunned, "Could it be that Pee Niu Wan is the main body of the Seven Nation Unified Fried Noodle?"

Thinking about it, Liu Ying showed a strange color on her face again. She ran left and right, and finally found a well-sealed transparent bag among the pile of ingredients on the small table next to her.

Pulling out the fresh-keeping bag layer by layer, Liu Ying stared at the scarlet minced meat with big eyes, and sniffed the thick beef smell coming from her nose, and said with joy, "So Mr. Xia is ready for me!"

A bag full of minced meat. The main meat is beef tenderloin, but there are also skin jelly and shrimp. Liu Ying grabbed a little bit of the pretty little Qiong’s nose and placed it in the palm of her hand. I have ginger onions, rice wine, eggs and other spices..."

"Sure enough, it's the raw material for peeing cow pills!"

Liu Ying pursed her mouth, picked up the bag, and jumped onto the small stool to work normally in front of the kitchen counter. She took out a large mass of minced meat and placed it on a clean cutting board. In her head was Xia Yu’s special remark, "Roll into a strip ?"

Swish.

She tried it, and looked at the barely striped meat, she chuckles and laughed, "Hey, how come you look like a red slug, it's disgusting!"

It's definitely not right!

Liu Ying did not rush for a second attempt, but bowed her head, thinking and wisdom beyond her age in her big eyes.

Passers-by came and went, pointing to the charming Lolita standing on the stool.

"Whose child of this family?"

"Liu's fried noodles? It's a new stall. No wonder I have no impression!"

A little farther away, Lei Aoxue looked at the young man who had been "sleeping" on the recliner, biting his lip.

After all, unable to help curiosity, Lei Aoxue went to the booth.

At this time, Liu Ying had already started her second attempt.

She uses high-gluten flour to mix minced meat and stirs with water. It is well known that kneading dough requires strength, but it is not deadly, and requires superb force skills.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The kitchen counters with limited space in the stall were properly used. Liu Ying's forehead was overflowing with sweat, and a large mass of slightly reddish dough was gradually kneaded under her delicate and delicate palms. With repeated kneading, the texture became Smoother and more delicate.

"call……"

Liu Ying wiped her sweat and smiled, "Sure enough, if you don't mix it with flour, how can it be noodles! I blame me for being too stupid. Fortunately, I didn't wake up Mr. Xia to give me a hint, otherwise he would be disappointed in me! "

"Well, waking up for half an hour, you can make homemade lasagna!" she said to herself.

Lei Aoxue quietly saw this and couldn't help but say, "What kind of side are you?"

"Ah!" Liu Ying was startled, her small body swayed on the stool, barely falling.She didn't know Lei Aoxue, a stranger, and was staring at her with sharp eyes...

Liu Ying lowered her head.

"Yes, yes..." He was so flustered that he couldn't speak clearly.